Loyalty and honor 1
It was a hot May morning, as I sat and watched Miaka doing her training. She was actually getting pretty good, and soon enough I wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. It always seemed like the celestial warriors of Suzaku were always rescuing her from imminent danger, and she was always getting hurt by Nakago's henchmen.
It broke my heart to see that Miaka was always getting hurt, and the effect that it would normally have on the emperor. It was always like he was the one in pain every time Miaka got hurt. That broke my heart.
However it was my decision to train her, after her love deserted her for Yui. He had struck her down, and he broke her arm. Now I know that Tamahome was under that weird spell by Nakago, but it crushed Miaka's spirit when he decided to stay with Yui. Tamahome claimed that he wanted to stay, because he wanted to persuade Yui to leave Nakago's side. To make a long story short, Yui was able to persuade Tamahome to stay. Not only that, but she was finally able to make Tamahome her man. The final straw for Miaka, was when Yui became pregnant with Tamahome's child.
I don't think that I've ever seen Miaka so down and defeated before. She was basically just a shell of her former self, and spent many hours crying over her lost love. Of course the emperor became mad, and he wanted to exact revenge against Tamahome for causing Miaka pain. So he went out alone, and instructed everyone to stay behind and care for Miaka.
Unfortunately Hotohori was killed in battle, and the loss of two of the Suzaku warriors meant that all would be lost. That meant that the war against Hong-Nan and Qu-Dong was approaching fast and furious. It also meant that Miaka and Yui were going to be stuck here in ancient China, with no way back home. Most of all it meant that Miaka had to live with the knowledge that Tamahome chose Yui over her.
It was amazing to see the transformation in Miaka. Hotohori would've been very proud of her, and the remarkable changes that she has been through. She realized that there wasn't very much she could do about our destroyed destinies, but she was prepared to fight for her country. She wasn't about to let the other warring country come over and destroy everything that she worked hard for.
So I trained her, and the rest of the Suzaku warriors trained with her. They were becoming strong and fierce warriors, especially Miaka. She was almost as powerful as all of the remaining Suzaku warriors put together.
I looked over at her training, and I decided that she's had enough training for one day. So I stood up and walked over to her. I noticed that she was now in great shape, and that she was well toned and defined. Her hair was slicked back, because of her sweat. She turned around and faced me. She had a look of annoyance written all over her face, and I could do nothing but stare at her. She has changed a great deal, and I realize that I like this new change. So I decided to test her.
I grabbed her hand, and then I made a move to kick her in the gut. Her reflexes are amazing, because she was able to deflect my blow by grabbing on to my leg. She tossed me to the side, and I made the move to get back up. However, before I could even move I noticed a long silver sword pointed right towards my face.
I nervously glanced at Miaka, because I really didn't trust her with sharp objects in her hands. After all she was still pretty clumsy, and so I moved to the side trying to avoid the sword. When I stood up, and looked back at Miaka I noticed that she had that look of annoyance written over her face again. So I move closer to her, and I grabbed the hand that was holding the sword.
"That's enough training for today Miaka." I said as I looked down at her slender form.
"Don't tell me what to do Nuriko! I'll stop when I'm ready!"
She tried to pull away, but that proved futile since strength is one of my best assets.
"I've said enough!" I shouted.
She still tried to free her hand from my grasp, and I yanked on it, which sent her body crashing into mine. She reached up her other free hand to slap me, but I caught it with my other hand. I held on to both of her hands, and I was surprised to feel a sharp pain stinging my left knee. The little vixen kicked me in the knee, and so I grabbed her waist and threw her over my shoulder.
She struggled to get free, but I wasn't about to let her go. I was concerned about her welfare. She had been training for twelve hours straight, without taking any break or eating any food. Her not eating any food really had me worried. If there was one thing that Miaka did, and did well it was to eat. The girl could eat. So naturally her loss of appetite had me worried. No, I wasn't worried. I was scared.
So I dragged her to her bedroom, and I threw her down on her bed. She glared up at me, and she threw her pillow at me hitting me in the face. I grabbed the pillow off the floor, and I threw it back at her.
"Will you stop acting like a baby?"
"Only when you stop acting like a lady."
Ouch. The girl knew how to wound with words.
"I'm going to pretend like I didn't even hear that last comment. Now you're going to stay here and behave, and I'm going to go get you something to eat." I shouted.
"Nuriko, I'm not hungry! All I want to do is train today. Now will you leave me alone?"
"No I will not leave you alone. I did not train you, just so that you could kill yourself. You have to stop this madness."
"You're not Hotohori. You can't tell me what to do!"
Ouch. Wounded again.
I lean closer to her face, because I wanted her to see how angry I was at that precise moment.
"You're not training anymore today, and that's final!"
The little vixen grabbed my hair, and pulled it with all of her might. The action of this caused me to fall heavily on top of her. She was seemingly unaware of the situation that we were now in, and she continued to pull my hair. I wanted to slap her but I dared not. She was the Priestess after all. I couldn't allow myself to lay one harmful finger on her, and so I continually yelled at her.
"Let go Miaki!" I yelled.
"Not until you agree to let me train."
"You've had enough training for one day!"
What'd I say that for? That made her even angrier, and she grabbed the other side of my hair and pulled even tighter. Of course I was pulled closer to her face, as I lay on top of her. I could feel her hot breath on my face, and I suddenly became aware of how close our lips were. I could smell the scent of her sweat mixed with the smell of her perfume. There was something about her scent that reminded me of Hotohori, when he went into battle. The thought of him brought tears to my eyes.
Miaka immediately noticed this, and she loosen her tight grip on my hair. Although she didn't let go of my hair completely, my scalp still felt like it was on fire. I couldn't bear to look at her, because I knew that Hotohori prefered her over me. Even until his death, he still preferred her to me. So I cried. I tried backing away from the young girl, but I was suddenly aware that she quickly threw her arms around my neck.
"I'm sorry Nuriko. If it means that much to you, I'll stop. I promise, just don't cry."
I don't know why I didn't back away from this embrace sooner, but soon I realized that Miaka had her lips against my neck. For a moment I was confused. I pulled up from her a little, and then I looked at her for a moment. Did she just do what I think she did? I tried to stand up, but her hands were wrapped around my neck tightly. She pulled me to her lips, and she forced my mouth open with her tongue. I closed my eyes, and tried to pretend that she was Hotohori. I reveled in the way her lips felt against mine, but I knew that she wasn't what I wanted. She wasn't Hotohori. She could never be him.
So I pulled up from our embrace, and I stood up. I gave her look of disgust, and I turned my back to her.
"Let's pretend that this never happened. I'll go get you're food." I said plainly.
I headed towards the door, and I heard her cries. I turned around to face her again.
"Miaka I'm sorry but I'm not Tamamhome, and you're not Hotohori. I know that this is messed up, but I can't be that man that you want me to be. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare your lunch."
So I walked out of the room, with a lot on my mind. How was I supposed to train Miaka now? It was obvious that she wanted something more from me, and I wasn't about to give it to her either. Hotohori was my one and only true love, and that's the way it was going to stay until the day when I joined him in death.
I watched Nuriko walk out of the bedroom, and I knew that he was mad at me. I would be lying to myself if I said that I hadn't had this strange attraction towards him ever since Hotohori's passing. I don't know if it was because we were very close, or if it was because I was lonely. Somehow I was able to see the man underneath all of the make up and dresses.
I don't know what possessed me to kiss him today. I made a vow to myself that I wasn't going to fall for anyone else after Hotohori's death. I guess my attraction towards him grew when he agreed to train me. It was a side of Nuriko that I had never seen before. At first when he agreed to train me, I thought that we would spend a lot of time wearing make up and talking about boys.
On the day of my first training session, I was surprised to find out Nuriko meant serious business. He even appeared shirtless for training, and Nuriko was normally a very modest drag queen. So imagine my surprise to see that he was shirtless, and very well built for a man who thought that he was a woman. I think I spent the majority of the time ogling Nuriko's chest. Still we trained, and he made it a point to be very hard on me. I had bruises for weeks. There were even times when I couldn't even sit up straight, because I would always land on my butt somehow during training.
After a few weeks I decided that I was going to learn everything that I could from Nuriko, and pretty soon I was almost his equal. I know that Hotohori would've been proud of me, but at the same time I knew that there was a very slim chance that he'd even let me get my nails dirty. Hotohori would have never let me train, and I knew that he'd never let me fight in this war.
The thought of Hotohori invaded my mind once again. He has been gone for almost a year now. The thought of his death brought a heavy set of tears to my eyes. How I wished that I 'd spent more time falling for him, than wasting my time pinning over Tamahome. At least Hotohori really cared about me. He truly loved me, and I realized that he might be the last one to do so.
Out of all of the Suzaku warriors, Nuriko was the only one that I was close to. Chichiri was a monk; Tasuki claimed that he didn't like girls. The healer was too old for me, and that left only one man here that I could give my heart to. It's just too bad that he didn't want my heart.
I thought that love was supposed to be this great wonderful thing. I guess who ever said that lied. It seemed like every man that I had ever love have either turned their back on me or betrayed me. Every man that I had ever loved has hurt me in some kind of way or the other.
Now as it would seem I was beginning to fall for Nuiko, but he didn't want me. How was I supposed to train with him now? He was now aware of my feelings towards him, and I didn't know how he was going to react towards my advances. So I made a vow with myself that I was going to forget about my feelings for Nuriko. I needed t concentrate on the upcoming war. I needed to focus on that, and forget about my stupid feelings that were always getting me hurt.
As I lay in the bed, I realized that Nuriko had been gone for almost an hour. Surely it doesn't take that long to cook breakfast. What'd did he have to do, go out and kill it first. As soon as my thoughts started wondering on Nuriko, he steps into the room with a full plate of food. My stomach growled in protest, and I jumped up and attacked the food. I guess I was really hungry, because I ate all of my food standing up. Poor Nuriko. I had also managed to get food all over him.
It was then that I noticed it. His long beautiful hair was now gone. I was surprised at how low he had cut his hair. I guess he didn't want me being attracted to him, but didn't he realize that now he was just sex on wheels. Man he was hot. He looked better with his hair shorter, and he actually thought that this would make me disinterested in him. I wanted to know why he decided to get his hair cut, and so I called him out on it.
"You cut your hair? Why?"
"I figured that it was time for a change."
"It looks nice on you, but did you do this to."
"To make you get over this weird infactuation that you have on me."
"You didn't have to say it like that."
"Sorry. Look I'm going to get some rest now, and you should do the same."
"Yeah. I am a little bushed."
Nuriko turned around to walk out of the door, and I call out to him.
"Nuriko wait! Look you don't have to worry about me. I guess my hormones were acting a little crazy, and I'm sorry to have bothered you. I promise that I won't do that again."
"It's o.k. Miaka. Just get some rest."
I watched as he walked out of the door, and I felt my stomach doing little flip-flops. How was I supposed to act now? He was fine. He was hot. He was a sexy muther you know what, but he didn't want me. Story of my life. How was I supposed to pretend that I didn't have feelings for him, when this new change in him told me that I did?
Why did he have to cut his hair? At first it was just a simple crush that I had on him when his hair was longer, and now this simple crush could turn into a serious infatuation. I never could understand Nuriko. How could he be madly in love with a man that was rather feminine, and not even like the real thing? He liked beautiful men, but I was a beautiful woman. Why didn't he ever look at me like he used to do with Hotohori? Was I that repulsive? All that I was certain of was that my life would never be the same again, as long as I had Nuriko fighting by my side.
That's it for chapter 1. This is my first fic in this category, and I wanted to try something different. It's not my best work I know, but just remember school is out. On top of that I have three very loud kids with me, and concentration is pretty hard to come by. Anyway the next chapter should be more detailed.
Next chapter: Nuriko and Miaka are now acting strange around each other, and Tasuki gives them a hard time. Also Chichiri and Miaka get a little closer, since Nuriko has been avoiding her. This also causes so jealous feelings to arise in Nurkio, and he tries to shake these feelings off by doing what? Getting close to Tasuki. Stay tuned the next chapter is going to be a hot one.
It was a hot May morning, as I sat and watched Miaka doing her training. She was actually getting pretty good, and soon enough I wouldn't have to worry about her anymore. It always seemed like the celestial warriors of Suzaku were always rescuing her from imminent danger, and she was always getting hurt by Nakago's henchmen.
It broke my heart to see that Miaka was always getting hurt, and the effect that it would normally have on the emperor. It was always like he was the one in pain every time Miaka got hurt. That broke my heart.
However it was my decision to train her, after her love deserted her for Yui. He had struck her down, and he broke her arm. Now I know that Tamahome was under that weird spell by Nakago, but it crushed Miaka's spirit when he decided to stay with Yui. Tamahome claimed that he wanted to stay, because he wanted to persuade Yui to leave Nakago's side. To make a long story short, Yui was able to persuade Tamahome to stay. Not only that, but she was finally able to make Tamahome her man. The final straw for Miaka, was when Yui became pregnant with Tamahome's child.
I don't think that I've ever seen Miaka so down and defeated before. She was basically just a shell of her former self, and spent many hours crying over her lost love. Of course the emperor became mad, and he wanted to exact revenge against Tamahome for causing Miaka pain. So he went out alone, and instructed everyone to stay behind and care for Miaka.
Unfortunately Hotohori was killed in battle, and the loss of two of the Suzaku warriors meant that all would be lost. That meant that the war against Hong-Nan and Qu-Dong was approaching fast and furious. It also meant that Miaka and Yui were going to be stuck here in ancient China, with no way back home. Most of all it meant that Miaka had to live with the knowledge that Tamahome chose Yui over her.
It was amazing to see the transformation in Miaka. Hotohori would've been very proud of her, and the remarkable changes that she has been through. She realized that there wasn't very much she could do about our destroyed destinies, but she was prepared to fight for her country. She wasn't about to let the other warring country come over and destroy everything that she worked hard for.
So I trained her, and the rest of the Suzaku warriors trained with her. They were becoming strong and fierce warriors, especially Miaka. She was almost as powerful as all of the remaining Suzaku warriors put together.
I looked over at her training, and I decided that she's had enough training for one day. So I stood up and walked over to her. I noticed that she was now in great shape, and that she was well toned and defined. Her hair was slicked back, because of her sweat. She turned around and faced me. She had a look of annoyance written all over her face, and I could do nothing but stare at her. She has changed a great deal, and I realize that I like this new change. So I decided to test her.
I grabbed her hand, and then I made a move to kick her in the gut. Her reflexes are amazing, because she was able to deflect my blow by grabbing on to my leg. She tossed me to the side, and I made the move to get back up. However, before I could even move I noticed a long silver sword pointed right towards my face.
I nervously glanced at Miaka, because I really didn't trust her with sharp objects in her hands. After all she was still pretty clumsy, and so I moved to the side trying to avoid the sword. When I stood up, and looked back at Miaka I noticed that she had that look of annoyance written over her face again. So I move closer to her, and I grabbed the hand that was holding the sword.
"That's enough training for today Miaka." I said as I looked down at her slender form.
"Don't tell me what to do Nuriko! I'll stop when I'm ready!"
She tried to pull away, but that proved futile since strength is one of my best assets.
"I've said enough!" I shouted.
She still tried to free her hand from my grasp, and I yanked on it, which sent her body crashing into mine. She reached up her other free hand to slap me, but I caught it with my other hand. I held on to both of her hands, and I was surprised to feel a sharp pain stinging my left knee. The little vixen kicked me in the knee, and so I grabbed her waist and threw her over my shoulder.
She struggled to get free, but I wasn't about to let her go. I was concerned about her welfare. She had been training for twelve hours straight, without taking any break or eating any food. Her not eating any food really had me worried. If there was one thing that Miaka did, and did well it was to eat. The girl could eat. So naturally her loss of appetite had me worried. No, I wasn't worried. I was scared.
So I dragged her to her bedroom, and I threw her down on her bed. She glared up at me, and she threw her pillow at me hitting me in the face. I grabbed the pillow off the floor, and I threw it back at her.
"Will you stop acting like a baby?"
"Only when you stop acting like a lady."
Ouch. The girl knew how to wound with words.
"I'm going to pretend like I didn't even hear that last comment. Now you're going to stay here and behave, and I'm going to go get you something to eat." I shouted.
"Nuriko, I'm not hungry! All I want to do is train today. Now will you leave me alone?"
"No I will not leave you alone. I did not train you, just so that you could kill yourself. You have to stop this madness."
"You're not Hotohori. You can't tell me what to do!"
Ouch. Wounded again.
I lean closer to her face, because I wanted her to see how angry I was at that precise moment.
"You're not training anymore today, and that's final!"
The little vixen grabbed my hair, and pulled it with all of her might. The action of this caused me to fall heavily on top of her. She was seemingly unaware of the situation that we were now in, and she continued to pull my hair. I wanted to slap her but I dared not. She was the Priestess after all. I couldn't allow myself to lay one harmful finger on her, and so I continually yelled at her.
"Let go Miaki!" I yelled.
"Not until you agree to let me train."
"You've had enough training for one day!"
What'd I say that for? That made her even angrier, and she grabbed the other side of my hair and pulled even tighter. Of course I was pulled closer to her face, as I lay on top of her. I could feel her hot breath on my face, and I suddenly became aware of how close our lips were. I could smell the scent of her sweat mixed with the smell of her perfume. There was something about her scent that reminded me of Hotohori, when he went into battle. The thought of him brought tears to my eyes.
Miaka immediately noticed this, and she loosen her tight grip on my hair. Although she didn't let go of my hair completely, my scalp still felt like it was on fire. I couldn't bear to look at her, because I knew that Hotohori prefered her over me. Even until his death, he still preferred her to me. So I cried. I tried backing away from the young girl, but I was suddenly aware that she quickly threw her arms around my neck.
"I'm sorry Nuriko. If it means that much to you, I'll stop. I promise, just don't cry."
I don't know why I didn't back away from this embrace sooner, but soon I realized that Miaka had her lips against my neck. For a moment I was confused. I pulled up from her a little, and then I looked at her for a moment. Did she just do what I think she did? I tried to stand up, but her hands were wrapped around my neck tightly. She pulled me to her lips, and she forced my mouth open with her tongue. I closed my eyes, and tried to pretend that she was Hotohori. I reveled in the way her lips felt against mine, but I knew that she wasn't what I wanted. She wasn't Hotohori. She could never be him.
So I pulled up from our embrace, and I stood up. I gave her look of disgust, and I turned my back to her.
"Let's pretend that this never happened. I'll go get you're food." I said plainly.
I headed towards the door, and I heard her cries. I turned around to face her again.
"Miaka I'm sorry but I'm not Tamamhome, and you're not Hotohori. I know that this is messed up, but I can't be that man that you want me to be. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare your lunch."
So I walked out of the room, with a lot on my mind. How was I supposed to train Miaka now? It was obvious that she wanted something more from me, and I wasn't about to give it to her either. Hotohori was my one and only true love, and that's the way it was going to stay until the day when I joined him in death.
I watched Nuriko walk out of the bedroom, and I knew that he was mad at me. I would be lying to myself if I said that I hadn't had this strange attraction towards him ever since Hotohori's passing. I don't know if it was because we were very close, or if it was because I was lonely. Somehow I was able to see the man underneath all of the make up and dresses.
I don't know what possessed me to kiss him today. I made a vow to myself that I wasn't going to fall for anyone else after Hotohori's death. I guess my attraction towards him grew when he agreed to train me. It was a side of Nuriko that I had never seen before. At first when he agreed to train me, I thought that we would spend a lot of time wearing make up and talking about boys.
On the day of my first training session, I was surprised to find out Nuriko meant serious business. He even appeared shirtless for training, and Nuriko was normally a very modest drag queen. So imagine my surprise to see that he was shirtless, and very well built for a man who thought that he was a woman. I think I spent the majority of the time ogling Nuriko's chest. Still we trained, and he made it a point to be very hard on me. I had bruises for weeks. There were even times when I couldn't even sit up straight, because I would always land on my butt somehow during training.
After a few weeks I decided that I was going to learn everything that I could from Nuriko, and pretty soon I was almost his equal. I know that Hotohori would've been proud of me, but at the same time I knew that there was a very slim chance that he'd even let me get my nails dirty. Hotohori would have never let me train, and I knew that he'd never let me fight in this war.
The thought of Hotohori invaded my mind once again. He has been gone for almost a year now. The thought of his death brought a heavy set of tears to my eyes. How I wished that I 'd spent more time falling for him, than wasting my time pinning over Tamahome. At least Hotohori really cared about me. He truly loved me, and I realized that he might be the last one to do so.
Out of all of the Suzaku warriors, Nuriko was the only one that I was close to. Chichiri was a monk; Tasuki claimed that he didn't like girls. The healer was too old for me, and that left only one man here that I could give my heart to. It's just too bad that he didn't want my heart.
I thought that love was supposed to be this great wonderful thing. I guess who ever said that lied. It seemed like every man that I had ever love have either turned their back on me or betrayed me. Every man that I had ever loved has hurt me in some kind of way or the other.
Now as it would seem I was beginning to fall for Nuiko, but he didn't want me. How was I supposed to train with him now? He was now aware of my feelings towards him, and I didn't know how he was going to react towards my advances. So I made a vow with myself that I was going to forget about my feelings for Nuriko. I needed t concentrate on the upcoming war. I needed to focus on that, and forget about my stupid feelings that were always getting me hurt.
As I lay in the bed, I realized that Nuriko had been gone for almost an hour. Surely it doesn't take that long to cook breakfast. What'd did he have to do, go out and kill it first. As soon as my thoughts started wondering on Nuriko, he steps into the room with a full plate of food. My stomach growled in protest, and I jumped up and attacked the food. I guess I was really hungry, because I ate all of my food standing up. Poor Nuriko. I had also managed to get food all over him.
It was then that I noticed it. His long beautiful hair was now gone. I was surprised at how low he had cut his hair. I guess he didn't want me being attracted to him, but didn't he realize that now he was just sex on wheels. Man he was hot. He looked better with his hair shorter, and he actually thought that this would make me disinterested in him. I wanted to know why he decided to get his hair cut, and so I called him out on it.
"You cut your hair? Why?"
"I figured that it was time for a change."
"It looks nice on you, but did you do this to."
"To make you get over this weird infactuation that you have on me."
"You didn't have to say it like that."
"Sorry. Look I'm going to get some rest now, and you should do the same."
"Yeah. I am a little bushed."
Nuriko turned around to walk out of the door, and I call out to him.
"Nuriko wait! Look you don't have to worry about me. I guess my hormones were acting a little crazy, and I'm sorry to have bothered you. I promise that I won't do that again."
"It's o.k. Miaka. Just get some rest."
I watched as he walked out of the door, and I felt my stomach doing little flip-flops. How was I supposed to act now? He was fine. He was hot. He was a sexy muther you know what, but he didn't want me. Story of my life. How was I supposed to pretend that I didn't have feelings for him, when this new change in him told me that I did?
Why did he have to cut his hair? At first it was just a simple crush that I had on him when his hair was longer, and now this simple crush could turn into a serious infatuation. I never could understand Nuriko. How could he be madly in love with a man that was rather feminine, and not even like the real thing? He liked beautiful men, but I was a beautiful woman. Why didn't he ever look at me like he used to do with Hotohori? Was I that repulsive? All that I was certain of was that my life would never be the same again, as long as I had Nuriko fighting by my side.
That's it for chapter 1. This is my first fic in this category, and I wanted to try something different. It's not my best work I know, but just remember school is out. On top of that I have three very loud kids with me, and concentration is pretty hard to come by. Anyway the next chapter should be more detailed.
Next chapter: Nuriko and Miaka are now acting strange around each other, and Tasuki gives them a hard time. Also Chichiri and Miaka get a little closer, since Nuriko has been avoiding her. This also causes so jealous feelings to arise in Nurkio, and he tries to shake these feelings off by doing what? Getting close to Tasuki. Stay tuned the next chapter is going to be a hot one.